Chapter 10

It Tastes Like Cake

Wedding Countdown: Three months, 26 days. This month's objectives: Pick up dresses, veil, shoes, jewelry, lingerie, and tuxes. Call caterer, have cake tasting. Call florist to get flower arrangements. Book a photographer. Get a DJ station for Emmett. Book flight for honeymoon (and no, I'm not telling you where he's taking you, either. You'll just have to be patient). Mail invitations. Confirm everything for decorations of the Pacific Ballroom and St. James.

It's only three months, Nessie. You can make it if humans do.

Your loving aunts,

Alice and Rose.

xXx

It's easy for them to say when they've already graduated. Not only do I have to figure out wedding details, I also have to make sure I have everything prepped for graduation. Balancing the two most stressful things in life, and it can come out a disaster alone. Right now, I'm actually kind of grateful for aunts who want to take control of my wedding totalitarian style. It gives me a small window of time to focus on homework, which, sadly enough is now the only time I have to myself. I really hope June comes fast, because there is not much more I can take.

xXx

"Okay, so we want a very small amount of blue roes, maybe one or two bouquets, and baby's breath lining the pews, with a white chiffon garland along the pews, tying in giant bows when the garland meets up with the flowers, all colors of carnations at the altar, we want big bouquets for that…yes, some on the pedestal, and others lining the steps…oh, outside would be lovely!" Esme rambled into the phone, talking with the florist about how the ceremony was to be decorated.

I turned the page of the book of wedding decorations she had purchased, nodding to whatever the person on the other end was saying.

"Bouquets?" She faced me, and held the phone from her ear. "What kind of bouquets do you want, Nessie?"

"Uh…" I furrowed my brows, and flipped the page of the book, to the bouquet section.

"Oh, that one's nice," I said, pointing at a cascading bouquet of red and white roses.

"Oh, those are lovely," Esme agreed, putting the phone back to her ear.

"For the bride, we want a large cascading bouquet of red and white open roses, rose buds, ivy, all tied with white and white ribbons."

"And then these would be perfect for my bridesmaids," I pointed to a smaller bouquet, and Esme nodded.

"For the bridesmaids, we will need two small nosegay bouquets, with white calla lilies, red magnolias, red and white rose buds, and white stephanotis with ivy, all wrapped in white satin, with a small bow. And the flower girls, we'll need red and white rose petals."

Esme nodded, listing to the person on the other end. "The reception will be decorated with red, white, and small hints of gold, so for every other table, we want the baskets with the open red roses, white rose buds, white lilacs, red freesia, with the white tulle and ivy. For the others, we would love the package with the five white calla lilies, stephanotis, and ivy in the tall silver vases."

Esme smiled, thanked the florist, and hung up.

"Great, flowers are done." I checked 'flowers' off the checklist Alice had made me.

"Ten things done…nearly forty more to go before June." I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"They'll be done before you know it," Esme smiled. "June is only three months away."

"I know, I know," I smiled. "I just want this planning to be done."

"It will be soon, dear," Esme got up from the couch.

"Come on. I'll fix you up some tea."

"Tea isn't the answer to everything, you know," I laughed, following her into the kitchen.

"It is when you're wedding planning." Esme countered.

"Whatever you say," I laughed.

xXx

"Remind me again, why are we cake-testing when over half of the people at this wedding are vampires?" I asked Alice, as we walked around the table filled with all sorts of wedding cakes.

"Because the rest are either wolf, and will eat anything you give them, or human. You can't have a wedding reception without food, Nessie, and the cake's the most important part." She lectured; I rolled my eyes are her.

"I saw that," Alice commented.

"Good," I put a small piece of red velvet in my mouth.

"What do you think of that one?" Alice asked.

"That it taste like cake, Alice."

"I will choose for you." She threatened.

"I'm so scared," I mocked.

"This is supposed to be fun, Nessie. Why are you making it so difficult?" She asked, exasperated.

"Because I can." I joked.

"You're just like your mother." She scoped the table. "Oh, that's a nice cake."

I looked over to the cake she was talking about. It was a round four-tier cake, with white frosting and black detail, with frosted red roses in between each tier, and on the top as a topper.

"Excuse me," Alice raised a finger and walked over to the store manager. "But is that cake for sale?" She pointed over to the cake we had just been looking at.

Alice led the woman back over to where I was. "This cake fits the theme of this wedding perfectly."

"This one's our number one seller," The woman smiled. "What kind of cake are we looking to get for this style?"

Alice looked over at me. "Well? Have you decided? Or will I have to make the decision for you?"

"I want a chocolate fudge cake, with a lemon buttercream, and raspberries."

The manager pulled out an order sheet, and wrote down what I told her. "And you want the same style, with the frosted roses, and the black detail?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"When is the wedding?"

"June 27th."

"And is there a place we can deliver the cake?"

"The Hilton Seattle. The wedding starts at five, and the reception at seven. Can we have the cake delivered by six-thirty?" Alice asked.

"Of course," She smiled. "And if you could put your name and phone number…" She handed the pad to Alice, and Alice filled out the information, handing it back to the woman.

"Great. We'll see you in a few months, Ms. Cullen," She waved, as Alice and I left the little shop.

Alice pulled out her planner. "Cake, done." She mumbled, writing something down in the planner.

"And that leaves…" I started.

"That leaves the rest of the menu, getting a photographer, renting the DJ station, and picking up the dresses. Randy was kind enough to have your gown shipped to David's Bridal, and put under your name, as well as everything else."

"And I'm assuming…"

"We're getting those done today, and tomorrow's the dress fitting." Alice finished, as we got into her car.

I sighed, as Alice dragged me into the bridal store. Once again, it was going to be a long weekend.